I guess I was one of the 50 diaries hacked into yesterday because I had to get a new password. Were any of you (faves) corrupted too?
Speaking of corrupted, I had quite a night last night. You know there’s a bar in my building, right? Well, I got the weekend edition of Daily Candy for my city and there was a blurb about this singer chick who was going to be playing at the bar, and it sounded really good. I debated and straightened up around the house, but then decided at around 9:30 that I should go. Convenient, right? Sure.
Long story. Lots of bubbles. Let’s just say I ended up at my neighbor’s place. Not that neighbor (from “The Story” entries), another one. Fashion photographer. The place he has in my building is like a “fun pad”…it’s on the roof of the building (he calls it the “cabana” or something like that because it’s close to the pool). Anyway. We started out at the bar listening to this girl (who played allllll my faves by the way–Ween, Mazzy Star, etc….interesting mix, but it worked for me).
Then, up to the cabana on the roof for more guitar and singing with Photographer Nabe (this time I was the singer. Oy.).
Let’s just say I woke at 7:30. In the cabana. No, no nasty. Nothing like that. I just crashed. Hard. I’m supposed to leave for WORK at 7:30.
This kinda stuff was fun in my 20s. Now it’s fun, but painful.
I like this photographer guy, though. Not for dating material. Just someone fun to know. He’s hilarious and has a million insane stories. Has done lots and LOTS of very recognizable work. He lives in L.A. (his “real” house is there), but comes back here because he has two 17-year-old twin sons (who live in yet another house that he has here in town). Man, that little cabana is just a party crash pad. Super cool little space. Amazing view. Lots of potential for major craziness. I’m too old for this.
Had fun though. Suffering for it today, but what’s a girl to do?
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